Chris

I lied in bed for a while after Erin got out. I was going to go down and talk to her.
Try to convince her that I was the right one.
If she approached me, kissed me first, it wasn't my fault, right?

I laid there until I felt it was a reasonable time to get up and go and talk to her.
And guess who had the same idea as me??

That stupid, foul, prep of a bastard, Connor.
He got right up like he didn't know what was going, looked around, smiled, and got out of bed, and went downstairs.

That stupid...git. That's what he was. A git.
He took me idea.
He was with my girl.

How stupid I was for waiting so long.
I should have gotten up and followed her first chance I had.
But...she wouldn't be interested in such a stupid boy.
Right??

Erin

So there we were, sitting on the couch like it was nothing to be cuddling there, reading The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
Nothing at all.

Besides, he was arrogant. And I really didn't like anyone. Even Brandon.
Even though I kissed him last night.
Well, if you could count that as a kiss.
It was more of a...daring peck.

It's not like he wasn't asking for it in his head anyway.
That boy was trying to get me to let him kiss me last night.
So I'm playing the tease in the game.

How many teases are you playing to how many guys??

Just one.
Connor is just...here.
And Chris won't leave me alone.

But...I don't really like Brandon.
He's...dull.
And...I shouldn't like Connor either.

But he's so cute.

Oh, what am I going to do?

Connor

She's lying on my chest.
Well, sort of.
But she's not complaining.
And she's not talking about her night last night with that dirty rat.

Maybe I should ask her about it.
It would be...a show of care.
She might like it.

What, am I trying to get with her??
Yes.
That's not the point.
No, it's not.
So what's the point?

I finished the page I was on, completely not comprehending anything I read.
Who cared??
Erin was laying on me, and her hand just moved from beside her hip to around my arm.
And I like it. :)

I had to make a move.
I had to say something.
I had to seem like I cared. Which I did. But I wanted her to know.

I folded the corner of the page, and closed the book.
Erin looked up at me expectantly.
"So," I began after taking a deep breath.
"How was your date last night??"

I guess Erin had to think about it, because she rolled her eyes to the right side of her head, and hugged to my arm.
I liked that. A lot.

"Uhmm...it wasn't really a date," she started, and I laughed.
"Yes it was, Erin. He walked over and asked you to accompany, or be his date to a party. It was a date."
Erin rolled her eyes around in their sockets.

"Well," she said, and sighed.
"I guess it was fun, for the most part. I mean, it was a dance for the most part, and there were a lot of people there, and I didn't know any other them, including the guy I was with."

I nodded, showing her I understood, and I leaned back into the couch, letting me hand rest easy on her uncovered hip.

"Anyway," she continued, and I grinned.
"Brandon, I guess, has a girlfriend that is...upset that they broke up and she walked up and started calling me names and telling him she was here if he needed her and stuff, calling me a skank and stuff."

My eyebrows met in the middle.
"She called you a skank??" I asked her.

Erin looked up at me.
"Yeah. I don't know why either. I was just dancing."

I nodded. "Ignore people like that." I advised her.
Then, she giggled at me, and it threw me off guard.
"What?"

"I took care of her."
"How so?" I asked her.

"Well, she accidentally dumped a drink on me. So I walked up, explained to her that I didn't appreciate her attitude, and I accidentally dumped some Dr. Pepper down her shirt."

I gaped at her.
"You what?" I asked.

Erin nodded. "I know. Totally not me, but...it aggravated me."

I was amazed, actually.
Carissa was a...well...a jerk, but put it nicely.
She took and took and took without caring.
It wouldn't have surprised me if she slept with just about all the guys in the camp, and they kept coming back to camp for her, specifically.

But no one had ever really stood up to Carissa before.
Silly to think of, but seriously, they never really did.
Girls just...put up with her.

I guess that was all about to change.
Mostly because Carissa never took any embarrassment easily.
And because Erin didn't seem like the kind of girl to put up with someone else's crap.

I was just about to congratulate her when Chris appeared at the base of the stairs, looking extremely ticked off.